This is a continuation of the John and Sarah stories. It can easily be read in it's own right, but it's always worth reading the other chapters as they are published.
As always, thanks to shorterversion for her editing skills. Any feedback/suggestions are more than welcome.
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John's phone buzzed on his desk. It was a message from Sarah.
"Any plans for next Thursday? I'm in town for a meeting on Friday morning, so I'm staying at the Mercure the day before. Fancy a bite to eat?"
John read the message and pondered for a moment before unlocking the phone and replying.
"Nothing that can't be cancelled. What sort of time?"
The reply came through almost instantly: "Why not get here for 3pm? Just ask at reception and I'll make sure they can send you up."
"See you then. Looking forward to it already," John typed, and then set his phone back on his desk, wondering what might be in store.
John arrived at the hotel just before 3 and headed over to reception. "I'm here to meet with Ms. Maddocks. I was told that you were able to get to her room," John said, excited to be with Sarah again but, as always, a little unsure about what was about to happen.
"Of course, sir," responded the concierge. "Ms. Maddocks has said that we just send you up. Here's a pass card that will allow you to activate the lift. She's in room 404, left out of the doors and just to the end of the corridor."
John thanked the concierge and headed for the bank of lifts just past reception. Tapping the card against the reader, he heard a quiet ping and the lift doors opened.
He pushed the button for the fourth floor and the lift whirred into life. Another quiet ping and the doors opened. He exited the lift and headed down the corridor.
Counting down the numbers as he walked, he reached the door for room 404. He stood in front of it and saw that it was ever so slightly open. He took a deep breath and knocked.
"Room service!" he said in a faux-French accent.
"Come right in, the door is open," came the reply.
John opened the door slowly to reveal Sarah, completely naked, just beyond the entrance, hands on hips. John mouthed "Wow!" as he revelled in the woman before him. Every time he saw her body, he reminded himself of how lucky he was to be honoured with that vision.
At 5' 6", Sarah was the tallest woman in her family. Originally strawberry blonde, her hair had darkened to a deep red and her blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness. She'd played netball at school and, when younger, had a coltish figure that had softened over the years. She was especially proud of her strong thighs, which framed a dark triangle of pubic hair. Despite John's many attempts to ask her to go the full 'Hollywood', she always refused to remove it all. "I'll look like a schoolgirl if I do," was her response every time "And that's not a good look for a woman of my age!" As she'd grown older, her small breasts had filled out but were still firm. To John, she looked like a goddess.
"Good job I'm not room service. That could have been potentially awkward," said John.
"I can spot your crappy French accent anywhere! Besides, reception had called to tell me you were on your way up and I've been naked for the last 30 minutes anyway. Just, well, you know, scratching that itch."
"Well, I'm sure I can help with that," John uttered as he sank to his knees in front of Sarah. Wrapping his hands round her legs, he slowly started to run them up the backs of her thighs as he leant forward and kissed her stomach. As his hands moved up, his lips moved down and by the time he reached her knees, he kept moving, his mouth reached the top of her soft pubic triangle.
His hands moved slowly yet deliberately north, mouth moving south. His nose now being tickled by her pubic hair. Even though he kept asking for her to remove it, he secretly enjoyed the way it tickled.
His hands had now reached her bottom, and he blew gently on her clit, enjoying the way she shuddered as he did. In one move he grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled her forward onto his face, simultaneously opening his mouth and pressing his tongue into the hood just above Sarah's swollen clit. She exhaled raggedly and took two handfuls of his hair as she steadied herself. John pushed forward and pulled Sarah's clit into his mouth, sucking gently as his tongue traced circular motions just above Sarah's most sensitive of spots.
Sarah groaned and pulled John's head harder into her pelvis; his tongue always found the right spot so quickly. She had been playing before, but she couldn't believe how quickly he was driving her towards an orgasm. But that wasn't the plan, and with an incredible amount of willpower she pushed him away.
Looking up at her with confusion, John was about to speak, but Sarah put her hand out to stop him. "Where's the fire, John?" Sarah said breathlessly. "Let's not rush here! We have plenty of time, and I intend to use all that we have." With that, Sarah put her hands under John's chin and encouraged him back to his feet.
"You look a little overdressed for the party here. Let me see what I can do. Arms up!" Sarah took her time to lift John's rugby shirt up and over his head before loosening his belt and trousers, dropping them to the floor.
Sarah purred as she saw John's obvious state of arousal, knowing that it was her that was causing it. She deftly slipped his boxers over his hips, and his cock sprung out and to attention before her. She made John step out of his shoes and then got him to lift each leg in turn so she could take his trousers and boxers completely off.
Now that John was naked, Sarah took a moment to appreciate her lover's body. A little grey was beginning to show in his dark hair and beard, but that was the only real give away to his age. His boyish smile disarmed Sarah every time. Like Sarah, he also had blue eyes and, standing at just under 6 feet tall, he was just the right height as far as Sarah was concerned. She loved his broad shoulders, gained from his rugby days at university and, even though he'd gained a little middle-aged spread over the past couple of years, his stomach was still flat. He was lucky that he had very little body hair, and he kept what there was under control. He paid special attention to his pubic area, making sure that it was always hair-free. To him, it made his cock look that bit longer and that was no bad thing.
Kneeling at eye level with John's pulsing cock, it was her turn to take him into her mouth. She slid one hand around his waist and used the other to bend his cock down and guide the tip between her lips. He was the perfect size for her: not too big, but thick enough that she had to open a little wider to accept him. John's whole body sagged as he watched his cock slowly disappearing into Sarah's mouth. The pleasure that woman could give was second to none.
As she took him deeper Sarah swirled her tongue along the underside of John's cock, loving the obvious power she had over him. A smirk, or well, something that resembled a smirk when one's mouth is full, passed across her lips. She took him as deep as she could just once before slipping it almost out of her mouth and sucking it harder.
She then released him from her grip and stood, bringing her lips to his so she could share the taste of him on her with the taste of her on him. They kissed deeply and passionately, their eyes never leaving each other's for a couple of minutes. John's cock squeezed between them, and a mix of John's saliva and her own juices just started to drip down her inner thigh.
John broke the kiss and smiled. "So, you've not brought me here for lunch. What's the plan?" he asked, genuinely inquisitive about what the afternoon would hold.
"I was thinking you'd never ask," came the reply. "Let me show you what I have in store." She said, a mix of humour and lust in her tone.